Cataclysm
28 lives
28 spirits
Now take those numbers
And multiply them.
Square them.
Think not only of them.
But of the people that loved them.
That cared for them.
That still do.
That always will.
Don't forget them.
Don't let them slip from your mind.
Carry them with you,
as you go through life.
Send love
and support,
prayers
and thoughts
their way.
Lift them up,
support them.
Dont' let them slip into the void
the void of history
of forgotten events.
For this was cataclysmic
And always will be
For them.
And should be
for us.
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